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anticipation?”
    “Very nicely put, Patrick. Thank you, my dear boy.”
    “Now we can all give a lovely performance of a quiet evening at home,” said Julia, “and be quite surprised when somebody drops in.”
    Miss Blacklog had picked up the sherry bottle. She stood holding it uncertainly in her hand.
    Patrick reassured her.
    “There's quite half a bottle there. It ought to be enough.”
    “Oh, yes - yes...” She hesitated. Then, with a slight flush, she said: “Patrick, would you mind... there's a new bottle in the cupboard in the pantry... Bring it and a corkscrew. I - we - might as well have a new bottle. This - this has been opened some time.”
    Patrick went on his errand without a word. He returned with the new bottle and drew the cork. He looked up curiously at Miss Blacklog as he placed it on the tray.
    “Taking things seriously, aren't you, darling?” he asked gently.
    “Oh,” cried Dora Bunner, shocked. “Surely, Letty, you can't imagine -”
    “Hush,” said Miss Blacklog quickly. “That's the bell. You see, my intelligent anticipation is being justified.”

A Murder is Announces
    II
    Mitzi opened the door of the drawing-room and admitted Colonel and Mrs. Easterbrook. She had her own methods of announcing people.
    “Here is Colonel and Mrs. Easterbrook to see you,” she said conversationally.
    Colonel Easterbrook was very bluff and breezy to cover some slight embarrassment.
    “Hope you don't mind us dropping in,” he said. (A subdued gurgle came from Julia.) “Happened to be passing this way - eh what? Quite a mild evening. Notice you've got your central heating on. We haven't started ours yet.”
    “Aren't your chrysanthemums lovely?” gushed Mrs. Easterbrook. “Such beauties!”
    “They're rather scraggy, really,” said Julia.
    Mrs. Easterbrook greeted Phillipa Haymes with a little extra cordiality to show that she quite understood that Phillipa was not really an agricultural labourer.
    “How is Mrs. Lucas's garden getting on?” she asked. “Do you think it will ever be straight again? Completely neglected all through the war - and then only that dreadful old man Ashe who simply did nothing but sweep up a few leaves and put in a few cabbage plants.”
    “It's yielding to treatment,” said Phillipa. “But it will take a little time.”
    Mitzi opened the door again and said: “Here are the ladies from Boulders.”
    “'Evening,” said Miss Hinchliffe, striding over and taking Miss Blacklog's hand in her formidable grip. “I said to Murgatroyd: 'Let's just drop in at Little Paddocks.' I wanted to ask you how your ducks are laying.”
    “The evenings do draw in so quickly now, don't they?” said Miss Murgatroyd to Patrick in a rather fluttery way. “What lovely chrysanthemums!”
    “Scraggy! ” said Julia.
    “Why can't you be co-operative?” murmured Patrick to her in a reproachful aside.
    “You've got your central heating on,” said Miss Hinchliffe. She said it accusingly. “Very early.”
    “The house gets so damp this time of year,” said Miss Blacklog.
    Patrick signalled with his eyebrows: “Sherry yet?” and Miss Blacklog signalled back: “Not yet.”
    She said to Colonel Easterbrook: “Are you getting any bulbs from Holland this year?”
    The door again opened and Mrs. Swettenham came in rather guiltily, followed by a scowling and uncomfortable Edmund.
    “Here we are!” said Mrs. Swettenham gaily, gazing round her with frank curiosity. Then, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, she went on: “I just thought I'd pop in and ask you if by any chance you wanted a kitten, Miss Blacklog? Our cat is just -”
    “About to be brought to bed of the progeny of a ginger tom,” said Edmund. “The result will, I think, be frightful. Don't say you haven't been warned!”
    “She's a very good mouser,” said Mrs. Swettenham hastily. And added: “What lovely chrysanthemums!”
    “You've got your central heating on, haven't you?” asked Edmund, with an air of